Page 46 of Worst Nanny Ever
He studies me for a long moment, his brow furrowing. “Travis, did you open the glitter bomb?”
His gaze darts to Hannah.
“Did he—” He pauses, staring at her with narrowed eyes. “Why are you covered in glitter too? And you’re wearing Travis’s garbage shirt.”
It’s not really funny, but I’ll be damned if I don’t laugh.
CHAPTER TWELVE
HANNAH
“I spilled soda on my shirt,” I tell Ollie, my heart still racing, very aware of Travis standing inches away from me. “So your dad let me borrow one, and the glitter got all overeverything, not just us.”
“Really?” Ollie says, perking up. “Was it rainbow glitter?”
“Yes. And you and I are going to clean it up tomorrow afternoon. I promised your dad.”
I can practically feel Travis rolling his eyes at me, because there’s no way that man will leave all this glitter sitting around in his living room until I report to work. But when I glance at him, he’s watching me in a different way, and I have to break our stare-off.
He looks…hungry. He’s wild tonight—Travis the drummer, not Travis the domesticated single dad—and my body wants more of him. No one’s kissed me like that for a very long time. Maybe ever. And I could feel him against me when he backed me into that wall, so hard and needy and big. But I know without asking that he regrets what happened. He’s obviously going to tell me it can never happen again. Knowing him, he’ll even apologize.
Which sucks, but it’s probably for the best.
I made promises, too, after all.
Ollie says something I don’t register, then shakes my arm. “Hannah, can I see the glitter?”
“No, Ollie,” Travis says. “It’s getting late. Hannah’s probably ready to go home.”
I dart an annoyed look at him. I don’t want Ollie to think I’m in a hurry to get away from him.
“No,” I insist. “In fact, why don’t you go ahead and shower that glitter off, Travis. I’ll get Ollie to bed, and then we can catch up. There are a few things I wanted to talk about.”
Travis gives me a hangdog look, as if he thinks I’m going to beat him over the head for daring to kiss me, even though I basically threw myself at him.
“About Ollie’s school,” I add. “I would have mentioned it earlier if not for…” I make a sweeping gesture to indicate the glitter bomb, the call with Lilah, and the kiss. Although to call it a kiss would be doing it a disservice. He ravaged me with his mouth. Undid me with his lips. Rewrote desire with his tongue. He…
Travis runs a hand through his hair, a few flecks of glitter flying off. He forces a smile and nods. “Yeah, sure. That would be great.”
I lead Ollie out, leaving Travis in the music room, and smile as I notice a trail of glitter leading back toward the living room.
“It’s like in Hansel and Gretel,” I say, pointing it out to Ollie.
“What do you want to talk to Travis about?” he asks, giving me a sidelong look. “Are you going to tell him I got in trouble for calling Mickey the s-word?”
“What’s the s-word, anyway? I meant to ask you earlier.”
“Stupid,” he says warily like he thinks I might fly offthe handle.
I almost laugh. I’d figured he’d called him a shithead or something, especially since his teacher, Mrs. Applebottom, had made such a stink about it when I picked him up earlier. Which is something Idoneed to talk to Travis about, because it seems like this feud with Mickey should probably be addressed sooner rather than later. Ollie is also bored and under stimulated by school, but I know that’s something Travis has been working on with Mrs. Applebottom.
I force myself to look stern. “We shouldn’t call people stupid, even if they are. They tend not to respond well.”
“Yeah, you’re probably right. But if you tell Travis, make sure you mention Mickey called me a sewer rat first.”
“It’ll be more of a general conversation,” I say, wrapping an arm around his shoulders.
I steer him into his room, but he still seems wide awake after he climbs into bed.
